Page 187 of My Only

I’d been dreaming about stretching out under the sun and letting my skin glow.

Ever since I found my camera and saw the honeymoon photos, the urge to be a beach bunny had only grown stronger.

The black car pulled up in front of us.

“Come on.” Hassani took my hand. “We have a flight to catch.”

The ride to the airport was short.

It wasn’t until we stepped out of the car that I realized something.

“Wait…” I looked around. “We’re in Florida?”

Hassani chuckled. “Yup.”

I blinked. “When did we get to Florida?!”

He smirked, shutting the car door after thanking the driver.

“Where we parked the RV last night was in a town that borders Florida,” he explained. “I drove a little through the night so we could make this flight.”

My heart melted.

I knew I couldn’t love this man any more than I already did… but then he went and did things like this.

“Baby,” I whispered, still in awe. “I can’t believe we’re flying out somewhere, and I have no idea where we’re going. But I’m so stoked!”

He hooked an arm around my neck and pressed a kiss to my forehead. “Anything for you.”

Taking my hand, he said, “Let’s get checked in and grab our tickets before we miss the flight.”

We made our way to the check-in desk, then approached the flight board.

Hassani leaned down, his lips brushing my ear.

“Our flight number is DL421,” he murmured. “Tell me where we’re going.”

I squinted up at the departure board, scanning for the number.

Then my eyes grew like saucers.

ST. LUCIA.

I gasped.

Then, even harder.

I turned and jumped into Hassani’s arms.

He caught me, laughing, as I covered his face in kisses.

People around us chuckled softly, watching our public display of joy.

“I love you.”

Hassani pecked my lips once. “I love you.”

My feet hit the ground as we grabbed our tickets.

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